Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-174.113.36.200-20141011071032/@comment-25430487-20141015160245

There were no messages missed on her phone, which somehow made everything worse.

Her wandering the halls of her dorm soon garnered her some attention, whether she wanted it or not. "Holly? What are you doing?" came the voice of Mrs. Saxon, genuinely confused. She was dressed in a thick, green paisley robe, and brown flannel pajama pants. Her feet were bare, and her toenails were painted black. When she saw Holly's face, she could tell that she had been crying.

“Oh-- Oh dear, you poor thing!” she said in a hused tone, rapidly closing the distance between them and pulling her into an awkward hug. She leaned down slightly and looked Holly directly in the face, her hands on either side of Holly's head. “Do you need to talk about something? Anything at all? My room is open to you, I hope you know that,” she assured Holly.

If she saw any hesitation in Holly's face, she would follow it up with: “You can think of my like a psychiatrist, or a priest. You can't get into any trouble when you confide in me,” she smiled.

